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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

My dear fellow Californians who have reason to read this blog: Have any of you ever heard our state song? It’s not “California, Here I Come.” It’s something far worse. In fact, it’s likely one of the worst songs I’ve ever head reason to read the lyrics to —something befitting a far suckier state than California.

I love you, California; you’re the greatest state of all.I love you in the winter, summer, spring and in the fall.I love your fertile valleys; your dear mountains I adore.I love your grand old ocean and I love her rugged shore.

Chorus:Where the snow crowned Golden SierrasKeep their watch o’er the valleys bloom,It is there I would be in our land by the sea,Every breeze bearing rich perfume.It is here nature gives of her rarest. It is Home Sweet Home to me,And I know when I die I shall breathe my last sighFor my sunny California.

I love your red-wood forests - love your fields of yellow grain.I love your summer breezes and I love your winter rain.I love you, land of flowers; land of honey, fruit and wine.I love you, California; you have won this heart of mine.

I love you, Catalina; you are very dear to me.I love you, Tamalpais, and I love Yosemite.I love you, Land of Sunshine; half your beauties are untold.I loved you in my childhood, and I’ll love you when I’m old.